Jiangmen Tianjiao: Reborn with funny ancestors

Chu Tianjiao was too lazy to talk nonsense with Lu Dingfeng and carefully read Lu Zhaoling's letter to Ye Linxuan.

In the letter, Lu Zhaoling asked Ye Linxuan to submit the memorial on his behalf, and mentioned Ye Tinglan and the child in Ye Tinglan's belly, hoping that Ye Linxuan would find a way to make this child the emperor's eldest grandson.

Only then did Chu Tianjiao learn that Ye Tinglan almost had a miscarriage that time in Qizhen Pavilion, but in the end the child was saved.

Among the sons of Emperor Chengzong, only the eldest prince had children, but they were all daughters.

Now, the former crown princess, the third prince's concubine and Ye Tinglan are all pregnant.

Lu Zhaoling asked Ye Linxuan to find a way to ensure that the child in Ye Tinglan's belly was the emperor's eldest grandson. What did this mean?

Chu Tianjiao frowned.

"Grandpa Taizu, if you want your seventh-generation grandson to be born smoothly, you can't let Ye Linxuan receive this letter, and you have to keep Ye Linxuan busy."

"That's not easy. I just don't have to send this letter."

"That's useless. Lu Zhaoling will still write if he doesn't receive a reply in a few days."

"Then let's forge a memorial to him and send it out?"

"But, who can imitate this handwriting?"

"It's simple. Among the secret agents of Orange Manor I brought this time, there is a capable person. His best skill is copying."

"Okay, let's draw up a draft first."

Lu Dingfeng dictated and Chu Tianjiao wrote, and the two of them began to prepare the first draft of the memorial in a serious manner.

"We can complain in a stern tone that most people in the army think he is a straw bag, but he does not think he is a straw bag."

"Well, we must clearly tell everyone in the court that this great victory has nothing to do with Lu Zhaoling."

"This turtle grandson wants to take the credit of the generals and aspire to be the crown prince. I can't let him succeed. Otherwise, my good kingdom will be overturned again."

"Yes, then write about his cowardice on the battlefield and his escape before the battle."

"Write, you must write.

As long as Lu Yunkui receives this memorial from his son, Lu Zhaoling will definitely be punished.

I estimate that Ye Linxuan was the one who instigated the matter of supervising the army. With Lu Yunkui's petty attitude, he must be dissatisfied with him.

Then Ye Linxuan will be busy.

But, little granddaughter-in-law, don’t just talk, write! "

"Grandpa Taizu, this memorial cannot be written in plain language. I have to imitate Lu Zhaoling's tone. I have to think about those literate words."

……

The combined literary talents of Lu Dingfeng and Chu Tianjiao are not as good as Lu Zhaoling's.

The two of them scratched their heads and scratched their heads for half an hour, and then they imitated the original composition and wrote "Children Zhao Ling".

"I was only responsible for approving memorials, but I have never written one! My dear grandson, haven't you been studying at Taixue for almost half a year? You can pass the policy, but why are you taking so long to write a memorial?"

"Grandpa Taizu, don't you know that my little grandson wrote all my policies for me to memorize?"

"Hey, it would be nice to have my little grandson here!"

Lu Dingfeng missed his little grandson extremely.

Perhaps due to the influence of telepathy, Lu Yu, who was sleeping at this time, suddenly dreamed of his ancestors.

In the dream, Grandpa Taizu, who was tall and round-waisted and had a beard on his face, was dressed in a dragon robe, sitting on a dragon chair, and asked calmly and confidently: "Who are you?"

Lu Yu came forward to pay homage, kowtowing and announcing his home address.

Suddenly, the person on the dragon throne turned into a little girl. Although he couldn't see his face clearly, he could feel that she was still his great grandfather.

The little girl took out a pink handkerchief from her arms and waved at him:

"Little grandson, come here, come here, let me do it..."

Lu Yu was so frightened that he woke up from his dream and only woke up when he saw the phantom next to him.

"Your Majesty, are you having a nightmare?"

"Yes, I had a strange dream."

Lu Yu shook his head, feeling terrified. He didn't know what this dream meant. Did the ancestors of the Lu family come to settle accounts with him?

Lu Dingfeng didn't know that his powerful telepathy had already frightened his grandchildren.

He helped Chu Tianjiao think of words to make sentences, but he was not much better than Chu Tianjiao. After working for a long time, he could only hold down four words.

Chu Tianjiao sighed helplessly:

"How about we call my great-aunt and grandpa here?"

Lu Chengji was called in and was held in front of the case by his biological grandfather.

Chu Tianjiao explained his intention to Lu Chengji, "Grandpa, you have outstanding literary talent. Please make a draft first, and I will copy it again later."

Lu Chengji scratched his head: "My posthumous title is Wu Zong, and you actually praise my outstanding literary talent? Why do I feel that you are mocking me?"

Lu Dingfeng slapped Lu Chengji on the back of the head: "Just write if I tell you to, what are you talking about?"

Lu Chengji had no choice but to bite the bullet and write according to what Lu Dingfeng and Chu Tianjiao dictated.

Chu Tianjiao diligently polished the ink for Lu Chengji, and boasted in an awkward manner: "Grandpa, you are really quick in writing. I have just finished polishing the ink, and you have already written a dozen words?"

Lu Chengji was speechless. Why did this little granddaughter-in-law enter the study and follow him on the battlefield like two different people?

Just yesterday, he followed Chu Tianjiao into Dongyi's battle formation and killed everyone.

As Chu Tianjiao's personal guard captain, Lu Chengji respected Chu Tianjiao from the bottom of his heart.

But at this moment, Chu Tianjiao, a scumbag who begged the top student to cheat, made her majestic image in Lu Chengji's mind collapse.

"My granddaughter-in-law, I remember that your posthumous title in your previous life was Wu Sheng, which is the same as your current title.

I think that since you occupy the word "武", I should change my posthumous title. How about I call myself Wenzong? "

Seeing that Lu Chengji actually wanted to make jokes and jokes, Lu Dingfeng was not happy:

"Xiaoji, do I think you've lost your mind? Your posthumous title was given to you by your wife. Do you think you dare to call her "literary" in front of her? "

Lu Chengji suddenly wilted.

He had just won a battle and was in a good mood, so he joked with Chu Tianjiao.

Lu Chengji continued to write the memorial. When he finished writing a draft of the memorial, he handed it to Lu Dingfeng. Lu Dingfeng nodded after reading it:

"Well, that's right. This choice of words and sentences has quite a bit of my charm. That's it for this article!"

Lu Dingfeng's shamelessness earned Chu Tianjiao deep contempt.

Everyone is a scumbag, who doesn’t know who the other is?

However, Chu Tianjiao also praised after reading it: "Grandpa, I think your literary talent is not inferior to that of Lu Zhaoling. It is indeed a loss that your posthumous title only has the character "武". You are actually a versatile person in both civil and military arts!"

Lu Chengji has lived in the shadow of the wise and powerful Emperor Taizong all his life, and his abilities are rarely recognized by others.

Hearing Chu Tianjiao praise him so much, he was very excited, as if he had found a confidant.

"My granddaughter-in-law, it turns out that you are not only good at fighting, but you are also good at recognizing people. From now on, whenever someone named Lu bullies you, you can tell me and I will stand up for you."

Lu Dingfeng slapped me over again and cursed: "What? What can you do to me?"

Lu Chengji quickly reminded: "Grandpa, your surname is Zhou now, not Lu."

Sang Bao's surname was indeed Zhou. Lu Dingfeng lost his temper after being told by Lu Chengji, so he retracted his hand in a sullen voice.

Lu Chengji's memorial can almost be regarded as Lu Zhaoling's confession.

He regretted all the things he did not know about military affairs, made suggestions with ulterior motives, failed to complete the tasks assigned by the commander, and still retreated cowardly on the battlefield after being sent to the supply camp.

In the end, he passed the blame to Emperor Chengzong, which roughly means: "Father, you clearly know that I can't fight, so you sent me as a supervisor, aren't you cheating on me?"

Lu Dingfeng called his men, gave the spy Lu Zhaoling's previous memorial, and then asked him to copy the memorial written by Lu Chengji.

After trying it several times, the handwriting written by the spy was very similar to Lu Zhaoling's.

Chu Tianjiao wrote another letter to her second uncle Chu Ye, asking Chu Ye to find a way to put this memorial in front of Emperor Chengzong.

It happened that on this day, Wu Ningbo was going to send someone back to Beijing to deliver military reports of the great victory.

The letter and the memorial were rushed eight hundred miles away by a trusted messenger in the Chu family's army and sent to Shangjing.